Flawed numbers
Trying to calculate your risks in the pandemic? If the numbers didn’t change so quickly, you might manage an educated guess, but right now… not so much. Turns out that the mutating virus doesn’t play fair with vaccines. Nor does the discovery that we’re not getting the necessary number of doses from those tiny flasks; as much as we have the “wrong” sort of syringe, the number of doses drops from six to five. And our masks? Perhaps we should double the thickness, and wear them outdoors and in.
See what I mean. The science is in flux. Along with the slowdown in production, we’re heading into a long summer. And yes, I am aware that winter hasn’t really started. In brief, don’t plan on getting back to normal for another while. And try to avoid everyone else, in the interim.
I am aware that this virus kills. Already lost one close relative, and another is now on a ventilator with kidneys and lungs going into shutdown. These were not “party people”. They were aware of the dangers, and were unable to avoid them. We can’t all live on an idyllic island.
For now, none of my family is invited to visit me. Yes, I’d love to see them, but the risks are too great for all involved. Without teleportation, travel would be required. I wouldn’t want to risk my life in one of those pitstop restaurants or toilet facilities. Or theirs. Stay away! I won’t look that much different when you see me next. I’ll send you a photo to tide you over.
